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....God damn it.
Kids? What kind of sick bastards...
Nevermind that, I guess. Bitching won't fix it.
Going to the shop to try to find a weapon. I don't trust those creeps, and I'm sure not sleeping unarmed when they've got no qualms about dragging kids here.
Kids? What kind of sick bastards...
Nevermind that, I guess. Bitching won't fix it.
Going to the shop to try to find a weapon. I don't trust those creeps, and I'm sure not sleeping unarmed when they've got no qualms about dragging kids here.